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"The Woman Who Fooled Death Five Times" by Eleanor Arnason. Fantasy.
"When the Goddess built the world, she worked like a good cook making a
meal, tasting as she went along. She tasted the fruit to make sure it
was sweet and the bitter herbs to make sure they were bitter. She tried
other things as well: rocks, clay, water, bugs, fish, birds, and animals
with fur. Cooked or raw, everything went onto her tongue."

"Great-Grandmother in the Cellar" by Peter S. Beagle.
"I thought he had killed her. Old people forget things, I know that—my father can’t ever remember where he set down his pen a minute ago—but if I forget, at the end of my life, every other thing that ever happened to me, I will still be clutched by the moment when I gazed down at my beautiful, beautiful, sweet-natured idiot sister and heard the whining laughter of Borbos, the witch-boy she loved, pattering in my head. I knew he had killed her."

"The Callers" by Ramsey Campbell. Horror.
"'You’d better have a key, then.' His grandfather rummages among the
contents of a drawer of the shaky sideboard—documents in ragged
envelopes, rubber bands so desiccated they snap when he takes hold of
them, a balding reel of cotton, a crumpled folder stuffed with
photographs—and hauls out a key on a frayed noose of string. 'Keep hold
of that for next time you come,' he says."

"Little America" by Dan Chaon. Horror.
"First of all,
here are the highways of America. Here are the states in sky blue, pink,
pale green, with black lines running across them. Peter has a
children’s version of the map, which he follows as they drive. He places
an X by the names of towns they pass by, though most of the ones on his
old map aren’t there anymore. He sits, staring at the little cartoons
of each state’s products and services. Corn. Oil wells. Cattle. Skiers."